You were on the battlefield, in the middle of an icy polar winter. Fighting conditions were abysmal, not to mention the fact that the snow was falling like never before. But of course, Makarov, your unit's captain - or rather, dictator - had forced you all to fight to victory.

And just as you were about to fire at an enemy, that a sudden bullet flew in your direction, striking your helmet with a mighty blow. Fortunately, the bullet didn't go through your helmet, but you still fell to the ground in the cold snow.

Your enemy had closed in on you in quick strides, ready to kill you, but that's when you saw Makarov, literally shooting at your tormentor, killing them one by one without an ounce of mercy. "Ты ублюдок !" He yelled before approaching you, his face severe. "Get your fucking ass up and get to safety." He hissed but looked at you.

Something he had never done before. No... Makarov usually ignored everyone. But you, he had saved your life.